[Tech N9ne] nTo whom it may concern... nn[Chorus] nWhy you ain't call me? nYou know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded nWhy you ain't call me? nI'm not broken-hearted, but I couldv'e been old when I started nWhy you ain't call me? nYou know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded nWhy you ain't call me? nYou sleep on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my bang nn[Verse 1] nI've been inside every hip-hop circle you could imagine nGangster or Pop, even backpackers know that I'm real good at rappin' nI was strugglin' back in the day when my hood was lackin' nyo so I'm 'bout to talk about what shoulda, woulda and coulda happened nIf music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration nIt wouldn't be about limitation and demonstration nimitation within a blatant looks just disentigratin' nIt ain't about the music, it's just about the fame nIf you ain't popular homie, then you just out the game nIf video and radio don't frequently announce your name nThey don't know your music even though you blow most out the frame nBut a closed mouth don't get fed when it stays shut nLay cuts with Tecca Nina 'cause he can straight bust nSay what? You ain't heard of me gettin' paid bucks? nTorrent y'all see me rippin' the stage up nn[Chorus] nn[Verse 2] nI've been on tour with Hov, 'bout 27 shows nWhy he ain't have me on a record only heaven knows nMaybe he missed us, missin' the big picture nthat this is a fixture, aw yeah, he got Twista! nWell Twista's my homie and we both from the Midwest nand I guess Hov ain't lookin' for another speedy rapper kid yet nMe collaboratin' with them was all in me dreams nMatter fact the only one of 'em called me was Beens nHe told me he played you The Industry Is Punks nand you loved it so you know Tech is what the industry would want nI started down at the bottom, got with TOG and then it payed nbut I wouldv'e loved to been on the third verse of Renegade nThey must think I'm a stick of dynamite with no stem nThat's probably why I got D12 but no Em! nBut I burst flame and I bet that y'all know my first name n'cause I'm the hardest this side of Earth mane nn[Chorus] nn[Verse 3] nThis ain't no hate-mail, this a love letter nI love you niggas' music and I hope is does better nI just wish you woulda hit a brother that love cheddar nbut I'm ballin' now and I'm better than I was EVER nSpace age flows like Jesse and Primrose nTin-fold, I used to open-up, now I end shows nGrim road, when you one of the best with slim dough nand you ain't got Dre, Storch, Pharrell and no Timbo nI've met almost half of the DTP nbut the couple times I spoke to Luda, don't think he see me nHad never met I-20 but he spoke at BET nShawnna love me, Field Mob and Chingy decently speak me nSo I'ma re-inaurate the game, it's all fame nand you don't get no play if you an emcee with a small name nIf I wanna get on TV I guess I gotta call Pain nand Nelly, my great-grandmother's name is Maud Haynes nn[Hook] nMaybe I'm trippin', full of delusion nMaybe it come from all the drugs I was usin' nMaybe I am the best thing that you ever saw nMaybe I'm wrong and you don't know me at all nI guess I'm blinded, I got reminded nthat none of you just will ever know who the N9ne is nand you never heard of the homie from the Show-me nPUNK THAT! I know you niggas know me nn[Chorus x2]